As The World Burns
As the world burns, I feel the warmth of the buildings at my back. I always expected it to end this way, but was naive enough to believe I could change the always lingering result. Forsaken has my heart gone, as the knife has been plunged deep in my back. The memories that I will remember will not be of the fun we had, but the memory of the pain of this moment. I would have only hoped I could been stronger, been someone who meant more to you. But sadly enough, I am neither. I am only me. The person not good enough for you to keep your word. To have always meant those three words.
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